I appoint your hands to be poet laureate of my pleasureYour palms have a penchant for pretty purring places....Possessing the precision to palm my posterior perfectlyWithout pause pinpointing the position to provide plentiful passionPardoning ecstasy from prudish prisonsRewarded with praises of pouring potions....Funny how five fingers can flip frowns ...... and hold tight to fragile flower frames never fracturing the foliage .....and find flows... ......by forging through fortresses of fear to open floodgates.... ........devising devilish deeds to leave me drowning in dripping dreams of diligent digits delivering doses of delight